1. A New World Part 1


    Date: 7/24/2017, Categories: Masturbation, Author: BadDog9, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    of the pounding bass. The place was packed with men of all ages, and a few women, some sitting at the stage, focused intently on the scantily clad young ladies gyrating before them as they doled out dollar bills. Some played pool or darts, while others sat focused on the large TV above the bar, watching the game. Still more gathered round tables engrossed in conversation or downing shots of whiskey or tequila and chugging beers. They slammed their empty glasses on the tables slapping each other’s raised hands and laughing boisterously. I glanced to the door frequently, hoping the brunette would reappear. “This place is great! Isn’t it?” Brady shouted across the table. "That blonde is smokin’,” he said, pointing. I nodded and glanced back to the door. We sipped our beers and watched four more dancers take the stage. As each one took the stage, some men would rush to the stage, money in hand, while others would stuff their money back in their pockets and walk away. Occasionally, there would be an exuberant shout as somebody’s favorite climbed on stage. We were just ordering two more beers when the brunette took the stage again. She wore a short leather skirt and black leather boots with stiletto heels. Her lacy black bra accentuated her pert medium sized breasts. She wore studded leather cuffs at her wrists and carried a riding crop. The contrast of the black leather against her creamy skin was stunning. Her hair was pulled back in a bun. Heavy dark makeup around her eyes gave ...
    her a truly menacing appearance. A man at the end of the stage stood and whistled as she stepped on the stage. She turned and strutted down the stage holding him with a menacing glare. She placed her foot on the low brass rail in front of him and touched her riding crop to the back his head. She pushed his head down with the crop, and when he resisted, she cracked the crop against her leather skirt causing him to jump. She returned the crop to his head and he willingly bent to lick the toe of her boot. “Yep. It’s definitely love,” the waitress laughed, tousling my hair before walking away. I jumped at her words. I had been so engrossed in the action on stage. I hadn’t even realized she was there. Brady gave me a look that said I told you to be cool, damn it, and I attempted to compose myself. I tried in vain to hide my lustful stare as the brunette twirled and gyrated about the stage, peeling off her bra and skirt as she went, but I was mesmerized and settled for trying not to drool. Her set ended, long before I would’ve liked, and I continued to stare as she left the stage. Our waitress met her at the foot of the stairs and as they talked, the brunette turned, her gaze searching until it landed on me. I stared back in horror, imagining the awful things the waitress was telling her about the creepy underage boy that had been staring at her since he walked in. A mischievous grin slowly spread across her face and she waved. My face grew hot with embarrassment and I feebly waved ...
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